Little Blue Betty lived in a lane; And Little Blue Betty hopped away. She hopped upstairs to make her bed, And she tumbled down and broke her head. The King of France went up the hill, The King of France came down the hill, Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a rail, [his tail; Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle waddle, went Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a bridle, With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle. I had a little dog, they called him Buff: Solomon Grundy, Worse on Friday, HE happy winter evening 's come, And the lamp burns bright in the cheerful home, And kind mamma, by the warm fireside, Reads the book of stories, the children's pride. For all the day's work is over and past, |